They tightened the circle. I don’t want to die in New York. Who would ever find us? I thought as panic gripped my soul. More riff raff joined the circle. Penny and I clasp hands and prepared for the worst.
Category: thankful
A Quirky Old Man
Dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if one were to listen closely could hear him say, “Thank You. Thank You.”